Reza Mansour (aswritten) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-07-22 20:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, reza, reza x shane, shane |
Who: Shane and Reza
When: late afternoon, Sunday, July 1
Where: their house
Warning: turns NSFW
Status: complete, Part 1
The storm hadn’t let up from the day before, and all of the dark clouds and rolling thunder and white noise of the rain coming down all made Reza want to laze around and take naps all day long. It was soothing almost to the point of being annShe always told my sisters that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach ... little did she know I was paying attention too.oying. He didn’t like to waste full days doing nothing productive, so around noon he decided that he was going to cook something elaborate for dinner. Something Egyptian for Shane to try. Something that would put some color in their mouths on such a dreary-ass day.
After a couple of phone calls to one of his sisters, Reza assessed the supplies in the kitchen, then started to get to work. He was glad he’d gone spice shopping early in their stay in this place and had been picking up random other groceries here and there, otherwise he would’ve been out of luck to make it happen today. Unless he wanted a very damp run into town, which he didn’t. He’d decided on making fattah, with beef instead of lamb because that was what they had. It was simple on the surface, but it took some time and attention, and Reza felt much better and more awake as he put some music on and got started with preparation for the sauces.
Shane had tried to be productive but it just wasn't the day for it. He hadn't gone long without drugs but he already missed them, wishing he hadn't gotten rid of everything because some of it wasn't even that dangerous. He was just bored, that was all, bored and sleeping a lot. He'd been snoozing on the couch this time and woke up to the smell of food in the air, blinking slowly as he breathed it in. It had slipped into his subconscious and made him think he was a restaurant while he was in that twilight state between sleep and wake and it took him a few seconds to get his bearings, stretching out and looking around the living room. It was still raining and it made for a nice white noise kind of effect so it was no wonder he was so sleepy. He was going to need some music to kick that mood to the curb so he headed to the kitchen to see what was cooking and if Reza was already playing something fun in there.
The music coming out of Reza’s bluetooth speaker was groovy and mostly electronic, and the field of magic around him amplified the sound quality more than the little speaker could produce on its own. It was almost a subconscious thing he tended to do, wanting every bit of music he heard to sound high quality. His ears deserved nothing less, right? He was busy stirring various liquids into a bowl, bobbing his head a bit to the beat. He looked up when he sensed that he wasn’t alone anymore, and smiled at Shane. He looked rumpled and sleepy, exactly how Reza had been feeling for most of the day. Last time Reza had peeked on him he’d been snoozing on the couch, so that must have been where he’d just come from. “Hey,” he greeted, his hands still busily working. “Good nap? Dinner will be a while, so get a snack if you’re hungry.”
What a difference some music could make. Shane already felt his body wake up more and he wiggled his way over to Reza to give him a smooch - careful not to get in his way. "So domestic," he murmured, patting Reza's ass while looking at what he was doing. "What'ya making?" He wasn't a picky eater, he had that going for him, and he liked trying new things. He had no idea what 'fattah' was when Reza answered, but he didn't let that faze him, peering curiously at the food and then nodding his acceptance. "Is that Egyptian? It sounds exotic. Can I help?"
Reza wasn’t trying to keep it a secret or anything, especially since he figured Shane wouldn’t recognize the name of the dish anyway. He laughed a little at the word ‘exotic,’ since this kind of food had been a staple in his house growing up. “Yes, it’s Egyptian,” he said. “It’s usually for special occasions, but whatever, I just wanted to cook it. It won’t be as good as my mom’s and sisters’, but you won’t know that until you come home with me.” Reza flashed Shane a grin and a wink, then gestured to some of the vegetables he’d pulled out of the fridge. “You can start chopping those up for me. Just diced, doesn’t need to be special.”
The idea of going home with Reza gave Shane a panicky reaction that he tried to smother and managed to for the most part. He still pulled a face of slight dread as he turned to the vegetables and snagged a knife off the counter. "Bet your mom would disagree," he teased. "No wonder yours isn't as good as hers if you don't care about the quality of the veggie-slicing." It felt good to joke about it, meeting Reza's family was something he'd been trying to come to terms with since at this point it was definitely going to happen if he survived all this AIR nonsense. He'd told Reza he loved him, that he wanted to be a part of his life and for better or worse, family was a big part of his life. That didn't mean Shane was loving the idea, especially not of meeting them all at once but talking about them like he was already familiar with them seemed to help.
Reza was vaguely aware that Shane was terrified of meeting his family, but he had faith that it would all turn out fine once it actually happened. Shane could be a charming bastard when he wanted to be, and while Reza knew his sisters would probably tease him for dating this kind of white boy, they would all win each other over, he was sure of it. That was the attitude he was going to carry forward, anyway. “Listen to you, already trying to suck up,” he said with a grin. “She can’t hear you yet, you know. But she would love you for that.” Reza chuckled as he added some more spices into the concoction he was stirring. As Shane took up a position to start chopping, Reza sidled in close enough to lean over and kiss his shoulder. “She always told my sisters that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach ... little did she know I was paying attention too.”
"She wasn't right though," Shane said, amused. "Since she's not listening. The way to a man's heart is through stubbornness and refusal to fucking leave." He backed up and bumped his hip against Reza's and turned his head to smile at him before turning more fully to sneak a kiss on his cheek. "Good food is just a consolation prize." He hadn't often told Reza that he loved him but having done it, things felt weirdly easier. It was like he'd broken through some invisible wall, leveled up, and gained new insight. He knew Reza felt relieved but that wasn't it, he himself was too. He loved this guy and it was probably mental but it was okay.
He tittered and patted Shane’s ass, reaching beyond him to grab the bottle of olive oil, then went back to his mixing bowls. This dish took three different sauces, and they were kind of the most fun part for Reza. “Just you wait, my food’s better than a consolation prize,” he couldn’t help but say. Shane didn’t have to literally say ‘I love you’ for Reza to hear it in his words now, and his sense of security was growing. It was a lovely feeling. He was trying not to get too sappy on Shane too quickly, so Reza hadn’t been blatantly declaring his feelings much either, but he felt inspired to show them more. He wanted Shane to feel loved.
"I don't need a consolation prize," Shane tittered, so who was the one being sappy now? He wasn't loving the weather out there, he wanted to go out and run. Clearly he was going to need to buy a treadmill if they stayed here into the winter. He caught himself thinking that and winced at the thought. Winter here definitely sucked balls, way worse than Chicago. He'd rather whisk Reza off to a sunny country until it was over but some part of him was clearly thinking of the future in a weirdly down-to-earth and non-fatalistic kind of way. He wanted to buy this stupid house and get a treadmill. That probably meant he was getting old. "So I'm guessing your family isn't super religious and homophobic, since you want me to meet them," he said as he focused on chopping again. "What are they like?"
They’d talked about his family before, but Reza didn’t really blame Shane if he needed some more reassurance. There were a lot of hyper-conservative, homophobic Muslims out there, Reza knew from unfortunate experience. “They’re cool,” he said as he worked, smiling fondly. He missed them a ton some days, even though he wasn’t really eager to leave Point Pleasant. It was a weird feeling. “My dad thinks he’s really funny, so he’ll throw a lot of really corny jokes at you at almost every turn. My sisters pretend they’re tough, but they’ll warm up to you really fast, I’m positive. Collectively they’re ... devout, but not fanatical. I’m the most lax Muslim in the family. I think my mother struggled the most when I came out because she wanted me to have kids, you know? But they never rejected me for who I am. They’ll love you too, I know it.” Reza gave him a warm glance. “Especially if you help in the kitchen, so ... this is practice,” he added with a laugh.
Reza had told him this before but Shane was probably going to need to hear it again a few times before he actually met Reza's family. Families had definitely never been on his to-do list, he hadn't even faced his own after he escaped from AIR. He wasn't even very accustomed to dealing with people outside of the party and sex scene and 'parents' were so far outside of that comfort zone. "I can help in the kitchen," he said but despite the reassurances, the thought of visiting Reza's folks gave him the heebie-jeebies. At the moment the thought that he might not survive to meet them made it less scary, ironically enough. It was a problem that was too far down the line to really worry about. "I never see you pray or anything, it's weird to think of you as religious," he admitted. "Not any weirder than psychics being real, but yeah."
Reza wanted to assure Shane that he could meet them in a low-pressure environment, maybe one at a time, to ease himself into the water, so to speak ... but he knew it wouldn’t work out that way. Maybe he could introduce Shane to his sisters individually over lunch out or something, but he knew his mother would want to make a big meal and invite the whole immediate family over to welcome Shane, and it would be difficult to dissuade her. They knew by now that he was out of Chicago on more than just business, he hadn’t divulged much to his parents about who he was with, but his closest sister Farah knew a man was romantically involved, at least. Reza couldn’t hide Shane for too much longer or they would start to get pissed at him. Maybe they should do a video call meeting first? He tried to refocus, because he wasn’t going to make Shane do any of it until after this AIR business was done, but Reza tucked the idea away. “Yeah,” he replied with a chuckle. “I used to be much better about it, but being, you know ... magical kind of threw a wrench into my faith. Still sorting it all out for myself, I guess. What I still believe and what I don’t. They’re understanding about that too, my sister Farah stopped wearing hijab years ago, she’s pretty secular now.”
"Glad to hear they won't hate me for being a godless son of a bitch," Shane said and wondered if he'd turn to religion if he actually learned more about it. He'd literally been raised by evil scientists who didn't prioritize teaching him religion - or science for that matter - he'd just been a tool to them. It had been kind of strange to learn there were more religions than Christianity out there and trying to keep track of what came with which religion was beyond him and he hadn't had any interest in doing so anyway. "Think they'll try to get me to believe?" he asked, making it sound like a joke even if he was genuinely curious. He'd met plenty of people who wanted him to accept a god in his heart and even when it was the same god, it appeared the rules were never the same. It just sounded complicated and time consuming and he rarely liked those people anyway.
He laughed a bit, even if they were reasonable questions. Reza just knew how laid back and loving his family was -- and that he’d gotten extremely lucky -- and he couldn’t see any of them trying to convert Shane. Even if they got married ... which was probably a crazy thing to even think about and not a word he was going to utter anytime soon. “No,” he answered, amused. “Nobody’s going to drag you to the mosque or make you do prayers or try to convert you. I promise they’re normal people.” As normal as anybody’s family was, at least. Reza got the feeling that Shane hadn’t been exposed to many families besides his own when he was very young. He finished with the sauce he was working on and poured it into a pot, then doled out a few instructions to Shane about the adding in the vegetables as he turned the heat on. Meat prep was next, and Reza moved to take the beef out of the fridge. “Is there anybody you’d want me to meet?” he asked, glancing at him again. “Turnabout is fair play and all that.”
"Think you've met everyone," Shane replied. "I mean, I guess I could track down some graves for you to put flowers on but I haven't been there since I was a kid." He sounded morbid as shit and he knew it, there just wasn't a non-morbid way to talk about dead family he supposed. The living family he had was still out there somewhere, maybe even still in this town, he just didn't really want to know. "The AIR people are the closest thing I have to a family and some of them I hadn't even met until this summer." It was like a bond of blood, they'd all been through the same shit and that was connection enough for Shane. "You're lucky, no in-laws to impress," he teased as he followed Reza's instructions carefully.
The morbidity made Reza regret asking for a moment, he probably should have known better. Shane never really talked about having anyone important in his life, no mentors or really close friends. It was difficult for Reza to imagine being so isolated, his family had always meant a lot to him. It made him want to pull Shane into the fold, show him what family could be. That probably meant he was hopelessly in love. He just worried sometimes that Shane wouldn’t let it happen. “Well, I hope I impressed them well enough,” he murmured with a little smile. “I liked them all. You have a lot of really hot friends.”
"I know right?" Shane retorted with a delighted laugh. "I think we should host an orgy sometime." He was only half joking, the thought had crossed his mind before, though not everyone would be invited. For example he could only imagine how furious Mal would be at the very thought - unless his pious exterior was hiding something far darker beneath. "Just a lot of sexy, fucked up psychics having a good time," he drawled. "And I believe you impressed them, they like you, you're part of the team now." He stepped back to sneak a kiss on Reza's cheek, patting his ass lightly. "We should have another little party at least, something that doesn't revolve around war and misery."
They’d half-seriously talked and teased about sharing each other in different contexts before, and while an AIR orgy might need to stay a fantasy to keep the group cohesive, it was kind of fun to think about. The smooch and ass pat made him smile, and his eyes were mischievous as he glanced over at Shane. “We should definitely host another party soon,” he agreed. “Out of all of them, who do you want to fuck the most?” In another relationship, coming from another person, the question might have sounded like a trap, but Reza was genuinely curious. Besides the women and the preacher, Reza wasn’t sure he would kick any of them out of bed, but he wanted to know who was at the top of Shane’s mental list. Because he surely had one, he was Shane.
It might not be a trap but Shane still glanced back at him with a skeptical look. Yes, he was a proud slut deep down, no matter how little he felt like branching out right now and that was testament to how sated Reza was keeping him more than anything. "Who would you want to fuck?" he asked but Reza had asked first so that wasn't really fair and he knew it. "I mean, I wouldn't really kick any of them out of bed, even Mal because if he found himself in my bed in the first place then I'm sure there's a kinky streak there underneath all the pious crap. Who I'd want to fuck the most though, shit. I don't know. Diego and Toby? Do boyfriends count too?" God he hoped this wouldn't become an issue, he was just being playful and outside of a hot fantasy, he felt no need to seek that kind of company elsewhere.
Even though he’d asked in an equally playful way, Reza felt a little vindicated that Shane didn’t have five names right off the top of his head or anything. He wasn’t jealous or worried that Shane would decide he wanted to be with somebody else all of the sudden. They were in a good place and they’d both worked hard to get here, and that security was growing. It felt good. It was healthy to recognize that other people in the world were attractive too, that was just human. “I think boyfriends count, yeah,” he tittered, wrinkling his nose a bit. Shane’s choices didn’t really surprise him, they were both cuties and Shane and Diego seemed to hit it off really well. “We’re all on the team, right? So would it be Oliver or the little one, then -- Zach, right?” They’d only met Toby’s energetic boyfriend at the party at Dragonfly, Reza didn’t even know how in the know he was, but he’d been cute.
"Right," Shane confirmed and turned to face Reza properly, "What about you? Who would you fuck?" In a way he felt like Reza had more of a right to fuck other people, Shane had already had so many and Reza was far behind in terms of numbers. Not that it was a competition or even worth comparing, but Shane thought it'd be kinda hot to watch someone else fuck Reza. He wasn't sure if he was really capable of jealousy but that might change with his relationship. He'd never been this close to someone, so literally in love but he didn't feel insecure about sex with other people - his insecurities lay elsewhere.
“Well, nobody without you,” Reza said first, shooting Shane a look. He meant it, though -- he really didn’t have any desire to sleep with anyone else unless it was something he and Shane were doing together. Shane kept him well satisfied, that was for damn sure. “If he didn’t make you feel weird and cold, I would say Oliver and Diego for sure ... Neil was cute too, but he seems so high strung that I’d wanna get him really stoned first or something.” Reza grinned. “And then just wreck him, you know? I know he’s not in the club, but the guy we called the Uber for was super hot too.” Some of that night was pleasantly fuzzy, but he thought Adrian had been Toby’s friend from work. “It’s weird, when I think about it, it’s mostly about watching you fuck someone else, like I’d just enjoy the show.”
"I'd pay to see you wreck Neil," Shane said though the thought was far more amusing than sexy to him at the moment. Reza was right, Neil was high strung and weird in a way Shane couldn't quite pinpoint, but he was good looking. "And agreed on Toby's friend, he was pretty cute when he started relaxing." He wiped his hands with a dishrag and sidled up behind Reza, wrapping his arms around his waist. "I don't actually want to fuck anyone else but yeah it'd be fucking hot to watch you with someone." He nuzzled the side of his neck, careful not to be too much in the way since Reza was obviously busy with the food. "M'not just saying that to make you feel good or whatever, you just keep me plenty busy."
Smiling, Reza leaned back into the embrace, his hands pausing their work with the beef for a moment. He let his head fall back against Shane’s shoulder, the nuzzle sending a nice little tingle through him. “We can’t both just watch,” Reza said, amused. “I guess we wouldn’t be good at an orgy after all.” He got a little vision of the two of them lounging on some decadent furniture, watching a bunch of writhing bodies on the floor, fucking and sucking and humping for their viewing pleasure, like a couple of kings. It was ridiculous and over the top, but fun anyway. “I just wanna see you fuck from the outside ... maybe we should film ourselves sometime.” Reza turned and draped his arms over Shane’s shoulders, careful not to touch him with meat-juicy hands. He pressed a kiss to his lips. “You know it’s just for funsies, right?” he murmured with a little smile. “I’m not unsatisfied with anything.”
"Oh you better not be, I'm working my ass off here," Shane chided him playfully. "And it wouldn't be my first porno so why the fuck not?" He watched Reza with half lidded eyes, then snuck another kiss on his lips. "We can take turns watching too, I think it'd be hot to watch you in action. If you ever want to. I'll let you rail Neil if we get him high enough." He tittered at the thought and just barely managed to keep his hands from straying lower on Reza's body - they were cooking, damn it. "I don't need any of it, I'm very well satisfied too." He didn't think he needed to say it but he had a slightly better insight into Reza's insecurities with him so it was better to put it out there.
It was always good to hear, and Reza appreciated that Shane felt comfortable explicitly saying so now. Maybe it was strange, but his insecurity came more from the idea that Shane would get bored of him rather than fall for somebody else. He didn’t feel threatened by the thought of them playing around sexually, but Reza wasn’t in any rush to make it happen. “We’ll see how it goes,” Reza murmured with a little grin. The idea of having a hall pass just for a very stoned Neil was pretty funny, and he snickered again as he nipped at the side of Shane’s jaw. “Don’t tease me with footage if you aren’t gonna show me.” Reza gave him a cheeky smirk and moved to turn back to the food. “I think about ten more minutes and this’ll be ready for the oven.”
"If it's online it's buried under fifty tons of new porn," Shane said with a little laugh as he let him go and turned back to the veggies he had yet to slice. "I'd be amazed if anyone still has it but then we know there are porn connoisseurs out there who like vintage stuff so hey, you never know." Funny how internet vintage meant something way younger than real life vintage, especially when it came to something like pornography. "Have you ever recorded yourself having sex?" he asked. "It's a lot less sexy than you'd think. Either you only get one very boring angle or you have to be holding the phone and it just gets in the way. I'd do it for you though, any time."
Damn, if it was that long ago, maybe Reza didn’t want to see it after all. He was tempted to ask more questions to see if it had been something Shane had actually wanted to do or if he’d been coerced, but he didn’t want to possibly spoil the mood by dragging up bad memories. Luckily Shane gave him a good excuse to talk about himself instead. “Not having sex, but I’ve made a few jerk off videos to send to guys,” he admitted, glancing over at Shane again. “Nothing with my face in it. But doing it solo is probably easier. Even if we just get the highlights here and there, could be fun sometime.” It seemed like the kind of thing that was a hassle in the moment but delightful to have later on. “What can i say, you make me feel adventurous,” Reza chuckled.
"Then let's make a porno," Shane said jovially and suspected it would go much the same way as the last time he did that; Reza would balk once they'd actually done it and ask him to delete it - and he would, because he wasn't the kind of creep to keep sex videos of people who wanted nothing to do with them. "Not tonight though, I have a feeling we'll be eating way too much to be trying to be sexy for a camera after, rolling around groaning." And probably farting, he tittered at the thought of that video. There was probably someone out there into that. "We should do it when it's sunny, make a little porn on the pool side in awesome natural lighting."
“I mean, this is a porn house, no doubt,” Reza agreed with a laugh, glancing around the lovely kitchen. All of the rooms were lush, the pool deck was nice and private, there was the hot tub and the jacuzzi tub and all kinds of nice roomy showers. It was a great party house, it would surely be a great makeshift Playboy Mansion too. “We can get all oiled up and glisteny beforehand,” he tittered, shaking his head a bit. They might not ever actually do it, but it was hot to think about getting to look back at some of the best sex of his life. “But yeah, after this meal, you’re just going to want to sleep. Maybe give the laziest handjob ever.” He moved the meat into a pan to start cooking it, gradually adding sauce and spices as it sizzled and browned.
Shane might pout about eating something that zapped him of energy like that, but it was that kind of day where he just wanted to sleep and laze around so it actually sounded perfect. "Sounds good to me," he drawled and the lovely smell of food in the air was just getting stronger, reminding him he hadn't eaten a whole lot today. "I'm still thinking about that orgy," he added cheekily. "I bet Vex can fuck, he's got a touch of crazy about him... And I bet Mal does have a dark streak, like he's into something super weird that he justifies to himself as acceptable in the eyes of God. What do you think?"
He’d had similar thoughts about Vex, so Reza grinned, and then laughed at the question. “Yeah that guy’s definitely into shit play or being an adult baby or super latex or something,” he agreed about Mal. Sure, it was probably just a stereotype, but he tended to think of all of those types of Christians as super hypocritical and twisted themselves. “I bet you’re totally right about Vex though. He looks like a man with plenty of experience, a kinky older daddy type.” Handsome too, in a lanky and sharp kind of way, all lean hard angles. “What about Jane?” Reza asked, shooting Shane a sideways look. “I know you were all pretty young when it all went down, but ... ever wanted to sleep with her?”
"Not actively, no, but I don't think anyone would kick Jane out of bed," Shane replied after pulling a face at the thought of Mal being into some weird kinks. Shane had an open mind, but there were still limits to what he could tolerate. "She's a pain in the ass," he added affectionately and half-jokingly but it was true, Jane tended to cross boundaries and piss people off and Shane both loved and hated her for it. "She looks hot when she's hot I'll give her that," he added with a smirk, thinking back on his little punishment for telling Reza about his business. It hadn't been much, she probably deserved something bigger than feeling too hot for a few minutes, but he didn't want to actually hurt or humiliate her. Maybe if Reza had left he would have, but things had turned out better than he could possibly have imagined. "To be fair, there aren't a lot of people I wouldn't fuck on an average day."
Reza liked Jane, she really seemed fun and he could appreciate anyone who actually knew how to get under Shane’s skin without completely alienating him. He could objectively see how attractive she was, like he could for many other women out there, but they just did nothing for him in the pants area. It wasn’t the first time Reza had pondered how someone could be equally attracted to both ends of the gender spectrum, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. He didn’t disbelieve anybody who was bi or pan or anything, it was just hard to imagine himself in that spot, to really wrap his head around it. “Oh yes, to be fair, you’re definitely a slut,” Reza teased, flashing Shane a little grin. He didn’t sound like he minded that at all, because he didn’t. “Just curious if any of the ladies caught your eye too.”
"Rarely," Shane replied. "It happens but, eh, it's not the same." He supposed he could feel butthurt about Reza calling him a slut after what had happened at the carnival but it was a label he embraced proudly and he was just glad Reza wasn't tiptoeing around it just because of some dumb curse that had only lasted minutes. "These days I'm only really a slut for you," he added with a feigned sigh. "You've all but neutered me." That too should bother him and would have at a different time but like in so many other things, Reza just had a strange effect on him so it didn't. He didn't feel neutered either, they were quite active and Reza still turned him on like nobody's business.
It was easy to forget about the carnival or any of their other spats, natural or no, when he was feeling so good and they were bantering and the air smelled so delicious. Reza sometimes forgot the basic human communal value of cooking together. There was always something about it. “If you’re expecting an apology for that, it’s not coming,” Reza informed him. He scooted in close enough to bump hips with Shane again, and gave the muscle of his upper arm a little bite. “Aren’t you done dicing yet? We’ll never get this in the oven.”
He fell into bossing Shane around a bit until everything was ready, then loaded meat, rice, sauce, and veggies into the dish to put in the oven. “Twenty minutes and it’ll all pay off, I promise,” Reza said jovially as he set the timer. He turned to Shane and wiped his hands off with a towel before tossing it onto the counter. “Cocktail while we wait?” he offered.
"I'm always down for a cocktail," Shane murmured but rather than let Reza go make them he pulled him close and wrapped his arms around him, idly patting his ass to the beat of the music and idly moving along. "I never pictured myself like this, you know," he told him with a content little grin. "All domestic and shit. That was for other people." He liked it though and now that it belonged to him too, he couldn't imagine living any other way. Sometimes it felt like Reza had pulled him into that part of being human that never really felt like he belonged, carved out space for him and stubbornly waited until Shane found it comfortable.
Reza was ready to sit down and relax for a minute with a martini, but swaying with his arms around Shane’s shoulders was just as good for the moment. He gazed at him with a faint smile on his face, fingers curling in the hair at the back of his neck. “Surprise,” he sing-songed and tittered a bit. “Sometimes other people are onto something, you know? Even if we do it way better than they do.” He lightly bonked his forehead against Shane’s. “I wanted it, I daydreamed about it off and on ... but I never really wanted it with anybody until you.” Reza had never felt like this about any other boyfriend he’d had, and while it was still scary at times, it felt so fucking good even more often.
Shane's smile softened at that and he swayed Reza for a moment longer, leaning in to kiss him gently. "Lucky me," he murmured and it was moments like this one that made it all less scary, both this thing he had with Reza and whatever was coming their way. All the AIR business felt far away at the moment, separated from them by a thick blanket of rain and time. "Cocktail time," he whispered against Reza's lips and pulled back to go grab some alcohol and mixers, winking at Reza as he grabbed a glass and twirled it. "Strong?" he asked. "Feeling adventurous or want something specific?"
If he was being honest, Reza felt like the lucky one. It didn’t come from any real self-doubt -- he knew he was a catch -- but it had taken good timing and luck to break through Shane’s walls. They joked about his stubbornness, but there had been so many times Shane could have succeeded in pushing him away completely. Reza felt privileged to still be there with him, and he wanted to keep showing Shane how much he wanted to be there, wanted to keep showing up to support and help him. And to love him, because Shane obviously hadn’t had enough of that in his life. Smiling serenely, Reza rubbed his hands together and hummed a thoughtful tone. “Yes on strong ... I was kind of craving a martini, so give me your tastiest one.” He moved to sit on one of the counter stools while Shane did his bartender thing.
Shane's bartending skills came more from flirting with bartenders through the years than it did from owning a club, though that did play a role, and he mixed up a nice, strong martini for Reza and a tropical cocktail for himself - or as he liked to think of it; a little sunshine in the rain. "So when do you want to do that orgy?" he asked playfully. "My whole week is wide open." His whole month was wide open as far as he knew. Vex was pouring over the blueprints Neil had gotten of the facility and trying to direct his visions that way - so far with no luck but Shane had faith in him. There was no sense in storming the palace so to speak if they didn't know what was in there and Shane had a feeling his arrival at Point Pleasant had been extremely premature. He didn't mind, getting to know everyone and getting a feel for the town felt important too and he didn't think things would have developed this way with Reza if they'd stayed in Chicago.
Officially trained or not, Reza enjoyed watching Shane make drinks, and when he tasted what was put in front of him, he hummed his approval. Reza laughed a little at the question and shrugged a shoulder. “You’re the one with the sexy guest list, darling, you tell me. Not like I have any plans.” Reza smirked at him and sipped his martini, then stood up to meander into the living room. He would have to be up in a bit to check on their food, but until then they could lounge and vibe and bullshit about having an orgy that they would probably never actually put together. Reza sat on the couch and crossed his legs, his eyes still on Shane. “What about the girl who was going to teach us pole dancing? Think she would come?” he asked casually.
"She's a married woman," Shane said with feigned offense before tittering and sitting down next to Reza. He kept some space between them so he could bring his feet up and cross them, facing his boy. "But yeah, she'd be super into it. The only one I know for sure would say yes." Which made it kind of a pity that she was married now. "Considering she married one of the grumpier guys at the Back Porch, I don't think he'll be joining us." Which was also a pity because everyone who worked there was hot in some way. "We could always put up a post on Grindr too, find the rest of the kinky bunch in this town."
“Oh that’s right, a Lucas bride,” Reza said with a chuckle. He tsk’d with his tongue to show what a pity that was, even though he had no interest in the woman himself. Shane had told him that they’d partied together, and it was all a very weird coincidence, but those were almost normal to Reza now. Now if her Lucas husband did turn up ... well they were all cute in their roughneck way, but all of them seemed painfully straight. He tittered into his drink over the Grindr suggestion. “This town seems so gay, it’s weird, isn’t it? For a place this small?” he posed after he’d sipped, looking over at Shane with a grin. “Now I’m really curious how many hits we would actually get on Grindr.”
"Easy to find out," Shane murmured and it was kind of delightful how gay this town was despite all outward appearances. He was sure someone like Mal blamed it on being a literal gate to hell or something but to someone like Shane it was a redeeming feature, a small proof this town wasn't all that bad. "Hell, I might have my Grindr still on," he added and it was amusing to think he hadn't checked it in weeks, not even when he'd been pissed off at Reza. "I might have a gazillion notifications on there from hungry Mainers." He did have a gazillion notifications on there in general, a few Grindr ones would just get lost in the shuffle.
“Shane, ohmygod,” Reza laughed, giving his knee a little push. “You didn’t delete it yet? Asshole.” He couldn’t sound too put out about it though, because he really wasn’t. Maybe if Shane was ever actually on his phone it would bother him, but he knew for a fact that Grindr was just as neglected as every other app Shane had. Reza had deleted his own after they’d been in Maine for a week or so, but that was his general policy when he had a boyfriend, and by that point Shane had started to feel like one. He leaned over to lounge against Shane’s legs, only staying upright enough to keep drinking his cocktail. “You would be mighty popular up here if you wanted to be, I’m sure,” he murmured with a smirk.
"I'll keep that in mind," Shane teased him and ran his fingers through Reza's hair now that he was in reach. He'd never been much into Grindr, preferring the old fashion way of meeting people by chance and feeling what kind of vibe they had going but it had come in handy a few times. Here he would only check it out of curiosity. Chances were he'd already met everyone on there already, save for some closeted daddy looking for discreet fun. He suspected they might go out of town for that though, Point Pleasant was woefully small. "You know I'll delete it if you want me to," he added. "Haven't even looked at it in... Months, I think." What other dumb programs did he have on his phone that he never used, he wondered. Stupid little neglected apps eating up data and trying to figure him out for the advertisers. It would just be a gesture, it wasn't like it was hard to re-install.
“Nah, it doesn’t really bother me,” Reza assured him, smiling warmly. “Maybe it would if you were acting shady about it, but I bet you barely even know where your phone is right now.” He tittered a bit and sipped his drink. Reza’s phone was still on the kitchen counter, playing music for them. Since being with Shane, he’d found that he used it less, maybe he was absorbing some of that freewheeling attitude. He also wasn’t working much, but still. He had better things to focus on than socials and dating apps and shit now. It was nice to have so much of Shane’s attention, he had to admit, so Reza wanted to reciprocate and not retreat into digital space very often. “What else would you do for me if I wanted?” he asked with a suggestive lilt to his voice.
Shane felt a bit called out by the phone comment and his sheepish laugh said as much. It was true, so very true, his phone was mostly just obligations he didn't need to be reminded of because they were boring. "What else would I do for you," he echoed in a drawl, narrowing his eyes and peering at the far wall as he thought about it. "Pretty much any god damn thing, you know that, right?" He couldn't imagine something he wouldn't do but he knew his imagination was limited. All the big things though. He'd do all of those and then some, no matter how awful. "You sound like you have something in mind," he added and cocked a brow, grinning faintly as he carded his fingers through Reza's hair.
That was probably the best answer he could’ve given, and it made Reza feel all warm-fluttery inside. It was sexy, but it was also reassuring and intimate. He hoped Shane knew by now that Reza would do anything for him too, no matter how much Shane didn’t want him to. The worry was just part of caring about someone. “Nothing in particular,” Reza answered with a titter. He took another swallow of his martini before leaning over to set it on the coffee table. He moved to climb into Shane’s lap, wrapping his legs around him and draping arms around his shoulders. There was still food to tend to so they couldn’t get too distracted, but he liked being so close to his man. “Just like knowing I have you wrapped around my little finger,” he murmured with a teasing smirk. The wrapping was mutual, but he didn’t need to bring that up at the moment.
"Wait, who's wrapped around who right now?" Shane said and tittered, but Reza was right; he was thoroughly wrapped around his little finger, all tangled up in him, unable and unwilling to let go. "I don't need to ask what you'd do for me," he murmured quietly, rubbing Reza's back in slow, long strokes from his shoulders to his ass and back up again. "You won't fucking listen to me but that doesn't really mean shit." Reza was willing to fight for him, for them, he'd shown that over and over consistently. Whether it was the war against AIR or Shane's stupid issues, he didn't give up nor did he walk away. That meant more than anything to Shane, even if it had taken him some time to get used to the idea. "I love you," he added quietly, still getting used to those words but after their intense time at the carnival they felt more real to him, less fictional and stupid.
Reza had wondered more than once if he was crazy to be so dedicated to Shane so quickly -- it definitely felt reckless sometimes, but more than that it felt right. He knew this was what he was supposed to be doing, in a way that was difficult to explain. Was that part of being in love? He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he enjoyed how those words made him feel. Warm and tingly, safe and lowkey aroused. “I love you too,” he said softly, nudging his nose against Shane’s. “You got me around your finger too, you know that.” He just wasn’t going to let Shane push him away. Reza would do anything he asked except leave. He wasn’t going to quit on him. Reza brushed their lips together, his fingers curling in the hair at the back of Shane’s head.
Shane kissed him back with feeling, giving him a tight squeeze. Those words paired with the way Reza was touching him sent a warm rush through him and yeah, he was starting to get what the big deal about all of this was; this love thing. "I won't take advantage of that in a bad way," he promised in a low murmur against Reza's lips. "Only good ways. Promise." He pulled back to look at Reza, watching him with a warm smile. He still wanted to kidnap him and bring him to the other side of the country when shit hit the fan but at this point he respected Reza too much to even try. Unfortunately.
“Only the best ways,” Reza agreed, the corners of his lips curling up as he gazed back at Shane. He’d never felt this way about anyone before in his life, and he knew Shane hadn’t either, so it was nice to be on that same clueless page. It gave them a lot of room to learn what worked for them, and how they wanted this relationship to look. At least they would have that room once they got through this AIR ordeal intact. Reza was excited for that future, and he hoped Shane got there too. “You can take advantage of me tonight in good ways, after I fill you up,” he added in a suggestive murmur.
"After you fill me up, I'm just gonna be rolling around like some kind of very round, overstuffed pig," Shane reminded him with a grin. "I guess we can just flop about uselessly and suck each others' dicks?" He couldn't help but snicker at that and it was hard to imagine ever feeling that low on energy but it was that kind of day and Reza had told him he'd want to just sleep after eating. "We can always have a quickie before we eat though," he added playfully, even if he was already feeling all kinds of lazy. This was nice though and he kind of wished he could magic their clothes off for naked cuddling and maybe quick little orgasms before dinner. And then there was the after-dinner-nap time, he was sure they'd be fine later on in the evening and he'd definitely take Reza up on his offer then.
Reza snickered. “I would say you’re totally in control of how much you eat, but ... it’s gonna be fuckin’ good,” he said, grinning back. They didn’t necessarily have to stuff themselves, but Reza was pretty confident that they’d end up eating a good deal. As long as he didn’t get distracted enough to let it burn in the oven. Reza slipped his hands under Shane’s shirt to touch bare skin, still smiling with half-lidded eyes. Even flopping about, useless and overstuffed, sounded pretty good when it would be with Shane. “Nothing wrong with a little appetizer before the oven goes off, right?” Reza caressed Shane’s chest, brushing his thumb over one nipple to tease him a bit.
Shane got a pleasant little tingle from that touch and lazy or not, his cock gave a bit of a reaction to it as well and it almost made him laugh how it was kind of like pushing an ON button. "Appetizers do traditionally come before the meal, I've learned," he drawled and moved his hand to squeeze Reza's ass. "So I'd say there’s not only nothing wrong with it, it's kinda expected." He loved that look on Reza's face, he looked so relaxed and Shane knew he probably looked much the same. He felt relaxed, soothed by Reza's presence and a little sleepy from the sound of rain against the windows. "I also know I can get you off in five minutes if I put my mind to it," he added in a lazily playful manner.
It was definitely a drowsy, cocoon-cuddles kind of day, and Reza wanted nothing more than to get naked and wrap them both up in blankets and fall asleep spoon fucking, or something equally as cozy. Shane’s little boast made him titter, though Reza couldn’t exactly contradict it. Shane had definitely gotten him off that quickly before. “Does that feel like a big ‘if’ today?” he asked, smirking as he kept toying with Shane’s nipple, giving it light pinches and rolls and just enjoying the texture against his fingers. “We’ve got fifteen minutes or so on the timer, so you’ve even got wiggle room.” Reza wasn’t really expecting Shane to make him come before the buzzer, but it was kind of fun to think about racing the clock.
"Ooh wiggle room," Shane tittered and the way Reza was now playing with his nipple was sending pleasant rushes through his body, rivaling the laziness he was feeling. "Not really an 'if' today, no. But what if I just get you really, really close and then we have dinner while you're aching for an orgasm?" He was definitely teasing with that, but he also knew the idea could be a powerful turn-on and if he wanted to get Reza off fast, he was more than willing to shower him with every little turn-on he could find. "Think you'd enjoy your fattah with a raging hard on?" he murmured slyly, probably mispronouncing that and not really caring. He was more interested in Reza's cock at the moment, bringing one hand between them to rub at the bulge in his pants.
Reza caught his lip between his teeth and gave a little hum as Shane’s hand found his crotch. His cock had already been thickening up nicely, and the stimulation just hurried that along. “I would enjoy fattah in any state,” he replied with a touch of defiance in his voice, even though he was still smiling. Reza gave Shane’s nipple a firmer pinch. “I can’t promise I won’t end up under the table with your cock in my mouth, though.” It was arousing to think about sucking on Shane while he ate food Reza had cooked for some weird reason, another level of decadence they hadn’t really explored yet. He’d just gotten so addicted to so many kinds of pleasure since he’d been here, he felt like a glutton in the best sort of way.
Shane inhaled sharply at the words as much as the pinch and then he cocked a brow because this was starting to feel like a challenge. "Are you playing me right back?" he drawled jokingly, tightening his hold on Reza's cock, an easy thing to do when he was wearing loose jogging pants. "Gonna try to get me off in five?" He gently rubbed at Reza's cock with his thumb as he spoke, then pulled his hand back to grip his waist instead, sitting up and pushing Reza backwards. He didn't want to slam him onto the couch today so it took a little effort to lift him and maneuver but it was worth it when he had him on his back, kneeling between his legs. "Nobody's ever managed that, you know."
He couldn’t help but make a soft sound at that grip on him through his pants. Reza wasn’t trying to throw down the gauntlet, but he would give the challenge his best effort. The way Shane moved him made his blood run hotter, and Reza scraped his teeth over his bottom lip as he stared up at him, his legs wrapping around Shane’s hips. “First time for everything, right?” he murmured. Reza wasn’t confident that he could actually accomplish that, especially if Shane was playing with him too -- his man had some staying power. But this was a challenge that Reza wasn’t too fussed about failing. At least they would both end up eating with raging hardons. He rocked his hips up into Shane’s, rubbing their bulges together.
"First time for everything," Shane echoed in a near purr and that was a good catchphrase for their whole relationship. There wasn't much that Shane hadn't already tried, but he still felt like he was doing new things all the damn time with Reza. It all just hit differently, with the intense feelings and all; he'd never been in love before so that was already a giant first. That look on Reza's face was everything and he found himself staring at his lips, his grin a little dazed for a few seconds as he simply enjoyed the way Reza held onto him and rubbed against him. "Oh you're good at that," he admonished him playfully as he pulled away a little, pushing against his feet and tugging his shirt up enough to run his hands over his stomach and sides. "Distracting me already."
Reza tittered a bit, his skin tingling pleasantly under Shane’s touch. “Not sorry,” he murmured, running his own hands up Shane’s shapely arms. He had more experience with relationships than Shane did, but this was the first time Reza had felt like this about anyone in his life. Shane was incredible and fun, frustrating and aggravating at times, smart and strong and sexy as fuck, damaged and vulnerable and needy and perfect and so many other things all at once. He inspired ridiculously strong feelings in Reza, and it all still felt so intense and new. He wanted it to never end. Since Shane had created some space between them, Reza slipped one hand down to start undoing the fly of Shane’s pants. He wanted to feel that thick hardness against his palm, even if he couldn’t coax it into coming before the timer went off.
Shane had other plans but Reza distracted him too easily so he lingered there longer than he meant to and let Reza pull his cock out and even play with it for a few moments while looking at him like he just knew he was up to no good. "I'm giving you too much leeway," he murmured with a lazy grin, torn between his competitive side and the part of him that just wanted to do this while they had time, rub and kiss and move against Reza with no real goal in mind. "But damn that feels good," he breathed, ducking down to capture Reza's bottom lip between his teeth in a teasing bite before kissing him deeply. The idea of eating while they were both horny was kind of appealing to him in a way that probably wouldn't pan out the same way in reality as it did in fantasy but then again everything he did with Reza tended to be fun in some way. Even their horrible arguments seemed to end up bringing something good his way, something he could recognize more easily in hindsight.
Even though there was a little challenge on the table, Reza took his time exploring Shane’s cock with his hand, just enjoying the shape and texture of it against his fingers. The lip bite sent a little thrill through him and he kissed Shane back hungrily, lightly stroking him. He was often lowkey horny around Shane, even just doing day to day things around the house. His man was sexy and just put off that kind of vibe seemingly without trying to ... or maybe Reza was just wildly in love with him, or some combination of both. He’d never had this horny of a live-in relationship before, and it was fun as hell. Reza knew that might shift at some point -- they were still somewhat in Vacation Mode, even after all this time -- but he was going to be greedy with it while it lasted. “Not my fault you can’t concentrate,” he mumbled against Shane’s lips with a cheeky smirk, giving his cock a tighter squeeze. It was indeed his fault, but Reza didn’t really care.
"Yes it is," Shane said with an indignant snicker that ended with a groan. Reza was right though, he was having a hard time concentrating and Reza's hand on his dick wasn't helping. He'd meant to get all assertive and suck Reza's cock until he was squirming and needy, but now he was biding his time, enjoying Reza's teasing little touches and the taste of his mouth. "S'all your fault," he murmured between little kisses, then delved in for a deeper one again, pushing his hips into Reza's grip. But no, he could focus if he wanted to, damn it, and so he broke the kiss again abruptly, rearing up with a defiant look on his face. "Yeah no, you don't get to win this one," he muttered and pulled back again until he was low enough to kiss his way down Reza's chest. Focus!
Shane’s mouth on his and the weight of his body against Reza’s and that hot way he pushed ... ugh, it was all such a turn on. Reza was rapidly forgetting about the food, though he was sure that would change once the oven started screaming. He really just wanted to be getting fucked now. But then Shane’s heat and warmth was suddenly gone and Reza’s eyes popped open. He laughed a bit as Shane pulled out of his grasp, delving both hands into his hair instead while Shane kissed his body. The front of Reza’s pants were nicely tented up now, his cock hungry for equal attention, and the bulge twitched in anticipation as Shane made his way south. “So competitive,” he teased in a murmur, grinning at the top of Shane’s head.
"Nu-uh, not me," Shane protested playfully, tilting his head and biting lightly at Reza's flank before he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock. He'd lost count of how often he'd told Reza how beautiful his cock was but that was what always came to mind, each and every time he saw it like this, erect and beautifully brown, straining up toward him from a patch of nicely trimmed black pubes. Shane just wanted to eat it up and stare at it all at once and he hummed in appreciation as he took a lick at the tip. "Fuck, I love your cock," he said, not for the first time and definitely not for the last time either. "My favorite cock ever." He spat in his hand to give Reza a few strokes, admiring the way his cock looked in his grip. "You're so fucking beautiful," he added, glancing up at Reza's face before licking him again, tasting the salt and skin.
“Oh fuck,” Reza whispered as Shane wrapped his hand around him, mostly to himself. It was hard to deny that they both loved compliments, and Shane could make him feel positively dizzy with admiration sometimes. It felt especially erotic when it was about his dick, obviously, and Reza felt himself get even harder in Shane’s hand. He knew that Shane had had quite a few cocks throughout his life, so it was honestly really flattering to be his favorite. Emotion probably colored that some, but Reza knew he had nothing to be ashamed of, either. He watched that talented tongue stroke him, his own slipping out slightly to wet his bottom lip. “And it’s all yours -- I’m all yours,” he murmured hotly, the muscles in his core tightening up with pleasure. Reza flexed his fingers in Shane’s hair, giving him a little nudge of encouragement to really taste it.
Shane wasn't so sure emotion had anything to do with Reza's cock being a favorite, he'd been pretty hungry for it from the start, it was an especially beautiful dick in his opinion and he relished the taste of it and the feel of it in his hand. Reza's words made him hum with pleasure, a rush of possessive feelings going through him because yes, Reza was his and as much as the thought of sharing him turned him on, he wasn't so sure he was ready for that just yet. "All mine," he murmured with a dark look up at Reza before he took him in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head before taking him in deeper, thinking of the sinfully hot way Reza looked as he licked his lip.
The way Shane’s lips looked wrapped around his cock was the sexiest thing in the goddamn world, Reza was convinced. He was beautiful all the time, but there was just something in particular about that plush mouth when it was full of him. Reza moaned deep in his throat, his head falling back against the cushion as his fingers clenched in Shane’s hair again. How could he have any desire to belong to anyone else when things felt this good with Shane? It wasn’t just that he was very talented at sucking dick, it was all the emotion he conjured up in Reza, knowing that it was mutual and reciprocated. He’d always heard that being in love made sex a better experience, but he’d had no real idea just how good it could be.
For someone who was supposed to be breaking a time record, Shane was taking his sweet time with Reza's cock. There was still a part of him that wanted to have Reza hard and aching while they ate dinner and between that, the urge to go slow and lazy and that silly joke of a race he was a little conflicted just how much pleasure he was willing to dump on Reza all at once. So he savored it, wanting to coax more of those hot moans out of Reza, loving the sound of his voice and the way his body tensed beneath him. He took him deep, rubbing his tongue along the shaft and sucking hard as he slowly pulled up again, letting his cock slip out with an obscene little pop. "You taste so good," he drawled, spitting in his palm again and running his slick hand against Reza's balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Could just eat you up."
Reza was in no honest rush to come, because everything Shane was doing to him felt fucking divine, and he wanted to stay in that pleasure as long as possible. Rushed orgasms were rarely good, he had to be in the mood for a quickie or something sexily forced out of him, and today wasn’t really that kind of vibe. Teasing and indulgence and a slow burn felt more right, and if he ended up eating dinner with a raging hardon, then so be it. He could make sure Shane felt the same need. For the moment he was happy to be the center of attention, the warm pressure of Shane’s hand against his nuts made him groan and squirm a little, a pearly drop of precum emerging on the tip of his cock. He lifted his head to look down at Shane, wetting his lips with another helpless little moan. Reza ran one hand down his stomach to squeeze the base of his cock and rub his inner thigh a little, all of his skin hungry for more touch. “Egyptian appetizer before an Egyptian meal,” he murmured a little fuzzily, a smirk crossing his lips.
"If that meal is half as tasty as you then I'm in for a treat," Shane told him just before taking his cock back in his mouth, sucking it down to where Reza's hand was resting and swallowing around it. The 'race' was all but forgotten now, he was caught up in the moment, lapping up the taste and feel of Reza's body, the heavy rain like white noise in the background. It did kind of make him wish they had more time before dinner, he felt like lazing around there for a while, showering Reza with pleasure with no end goal in mind. He opened his eyes again as he pulled back up, looking up at his lover through his lashes. Yeah, he could do this for hours, just to see that look on Reza's face and hear those soft moans escape his throat.
It wasn’t a spot that Reza was eager to leave either, and the more attention Shane paid to his cock, the less he cared about the fattah in the oven. They could always just turn the heat down to keep it warm while they feasted on one another first, even if it ended up a little dried out. Reza toyed with himself while Shane’s mouth moved over him, rubbing at his balls to join in on the teasing. It all felt so sublimely good, he felt like he wanted to spend all afternoon here, being pampered on the couch. Reza pressed his thumb against the top of his shaft, so it got engulfed in Shane’s mouth the next time it descended and he groaned out a low curse, a delightful shiver running through him. A few too-short moments later, the oven beeped and Reza let out a different kind of groan. “Set it to warm and come right back?” he nearly whined, giving a little squirm.
Shane pulled back with a devious grin. "Nope," he murmured, drawing the word out more than necessary. "I said you were gonna have dinner with a raging erection, didn't I?" He dipped down to lick lightly at the tip of Reza's cock, then sat up fully and licked his lips. "You had all the time in the world to come and I'm hungry." He was hard too, but nowhere near as needy for release as Reza probably was and he idly wondered if this was going to awaken some new kink in them for food sex. "You coming?" he asked cheekily, getting to his feet and offering his hand to Reza. It took quite a bit of willpower when his lover looked both debauched and tempting and Shane wasn't exactly starving, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease his man a little.
“You’re so mean,” Reza accused, though he couldn’t help but grin about it. ‘All the time in the world’ was such a lie, and Shane knew it. He hadn’t even been trying very hard to make Reza come. “If I didn’t want to keep leftovers, I would finish myself off right on top of it, just for you.” He took Shane’s hand and pulled himself up, then bent down to snag up his pants. He may have agreed to eat with a needy cock, but he could at least do it with a shred of dignity. Reza tugged the loose cotton up to his hips and headed for the kitchen, giving Shane a shoulder-bump on the way. “Don’t get too full,” he said with a smirk as he approached the oven and grabbed for a potholder.